Spiking The City #6 : Tessa

Story Excerpt

Locker Room Violation

The women’s locker room stinks of old sweat and chlorine, the sharp tang mixing with the humid air as the fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glare on the grimy tiles. I’m perched on the wooden bench, one leg braced on the floor for balance, looking down at her—sprawled out on her stomach, unconscious, completely fuckin’ mine. Her softball jersey’s shoved up to her shoulder blades, showing off the lean, tight lines of her back, muscled from years of pitching heat. Her shorts and underwear are yanked down to her knees, exposing the hard curve of her ass, firm as hell, skin smooth and tanned from hours under the sun. Those thighs—fuck, they’re sculpted from warm marble, thick with power, each muscle defined like she could crush a skull between ‘em. If she weren’t out cold.
I lean forward, my shadow falling over her as I reach down, my rough hand brushing the back of her thigh first, feeling the heat of her skin. My gaze locks on her pussy, shaved clean, not a single hair, just smooth, pink flesh glistening under the harsh light. It’s tight, barely parted, begging to be opened up. I mutter under my breath, my voice low and thick, “Shit, look at that. Clean and ready for me. You got no idea what’s comin’.”
I start with two fingers, sliding them in slow, testing her pliancy. The heat inside grips me instantly, her cunt clamping down hard, like a damn glove. My cock twitches in my uniform at the resistance, the way her body fights me even when she’s got no fight left in her head. I push deeper, feeling the slick juices coat my knuckles as I twist my wrist, working past the tension.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Gonna have to break you in,” I say to myself, my breath hitching as I watch my fingers disappear into her, stretching that perfect hairless slit wider.